Where daemons breath and they die.
Like lava (coming) from within, I spit my world.
Like lava (coming) form within I spit my world.
Lies come and grow, detracting the outside.
Like lava flowing from inside.
A circle of fire, lies and blood, burning inside.
Ruin comes from within.
| 1 | Motionless |
| 2 | Becoming Light |
| 3 | Dust (The Circle Part I) |
| 4 | Window |
| 5 | Falling |
| 6 | Dream Rise |